It had been years in my life since I’d last picked up a book, before I picked up Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince. I read Deathly Hallows next and after that, the order is fuzzy at best. I read the series in a completely haphazard manner. Having seen the majority of movies already, it didn’t bother me and nothing in my life had ever been ruined by spoilers.
Harry Potter is the best book series I’ve ever read and I’m a very picky, and persnickety reader. I am not one of those book wormy types who can pick up any book and tear through it faster than the speed of sound. But, when something gets a grip on my imagination, wave goodbye to me for the next few days. This is exactly what happened when I found Mr. Potter.